Prospect
 作词 : Michael Olmo/Dominique Jones
 作曲 : Wesley Glass/Keegan Christopher Bach
HEY!
Oh-oh, woah
(Wheezy outta here)
Oh-oh, woah
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
Yeah
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-***** calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give in to that
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag
I'm a prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian
'Matter fact, *****, I came from a star-ship
My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up
If I run into opps, I'ma off 'em
I don't know if you think that you stoppin'
What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on
This ain't no auto-correct, *****, this a threat
Now I'm comin' at your neck
*****s act cute like a pet
Soft like a Pop Tart, act like they got no heart
Try be the ones that's been [?]
Insecurities, they always offended
Mad about a *****, I already been there
That ***** for everybody, we ain't spoke in a minute
*****s still in the picture and I'm still leavin' with it
It ain't nothin', I'ma rep
I can't conform, I ain't fallin' back, no
She need more, she got too attached, huh
Addicted to me like I'm on one
Three thousand for the new red car
Walk around, look like a milli
Psychedelics in my tummy
Swipe, swipe, I'ma get it all (Yeah)
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-***** calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give it today
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag
Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas
They made me mad now I'm back in my bag
I hope my main and my side never crash
Worry 'bout the cat tryna dodge my path
We catch that boy then we robbin' his ass
It's the principle, I don't need the cash
Expensive dishes, half a million on lashes
I could kick it but I don't like to brag
Oh, they done made me mad, I'm 'bout to turn up
I got my glizzy, wish a *****'d run up
You can come get your ***** 'cause I don't want her
I ran my millions up from out the corner
Only one out here doin' what I want to
My lil' bro ran it up off *********
Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer
Trap out the sport, I press it then I launch it
I'm thankin' God, ain't no more free lunches
Got suspended, me and [?]
House up on the hill, I used to want it
Now I got it, I don't even stay there
I get in it, I don't play fair
Prolly spend me a million on haters
On they top, make 'em drop
And I don't give a **** 'bout no cops
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-***** calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that ***** throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give it today
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like ******s I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)